BUtterfield 8 Page #2
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Pull!
Emily.
Yes, darling?
How's your mother?
She's getting much stronger.
When are you coming back to town?
Soon as I can.
- Why? You getting lonesome?
- Sometimes.
The question was more one
of curiosity than passion.
Pull!
I have to get back to town
after lunch.
But I invited the Farleys
for dinner tonight.
My apologies to the Farleys.
Cliff Holbrook's in town.
And the court jester of the chemical
industry has to keep him laughing.
Pull!
As vice president
in charge of nonsense...
...I have to keep a $6 million
customer happy, don't I?
Why don't you send someone
less important in the company?
There isn't anybody
less important than me.
Pull!
Darling?
Will you be charming
at the country club today?
I know you're always charming,
but will you be especially so?
Why?
I was asked if you'd consider being
elected to the board of governors.
Why me? Nobody on that board
is under 60.
Isn't that where aging,
useless executives go to die?
Maybe they want to get
Or maybe they see me as just
another aging, useless executive.
Why do you say such cruel
things about yourself?
To beat everybody, including you,
to the punch.
Pull!
Somebody at the cleaners
seems to have left a pin in it.
I know how embarrassed you must be.
I'll speak to them.
Really, this is terribly sweet of you.
Just remember that suit has led
a sheltered life. It shocks easily.
Then it's time it had
a little adventure.
By the way, just for the record,
what did happen to your dress?
Well, it's a funny thing.
One minute it was there...
...and the next minute
it wasn't.
Much like your virtue, I presume.
Am I wrong?
Somehow...
...I get the feeling
that you don't like me.
And I tried so hard to conceal it.
Why?
You're Steve's girl.
I'm just an old friend.
Well, listen, old friend,
it's about time...
Are you decent?
I am.
You can speak for yourself.
Come on in.
I hate to drink and run.
To the three of us.
One for all, and all for one.
Where are the keys to my car?
Right there, on the mantel.
Oh, darling, don't forget
to feed junior regularly.
Bye, now.
- What're we gonna do?
- About what?
Me. You. Her.
Three mixed-up musketeers.
I don't understand.
How are you fixed for honesty?
Do you know how old I am?
Twenty-seven.
How long have we been,
what they call, going together?
Three years.
And four months.
It's a lot of time to put in on
a man who can't make up his mind.
- What are you talking about, marriage?
- I didn't say that.
But it's Gloria or me.
Are you telling me
who I can have for friends?
I'm only telling you that you can't
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